Picture perfect for a snapshot on the office desk, or front page of the newspaper. “Headline: Oreo Girl defeated by The Massa. Who will join the Cra...ker Crusaders next?” Valerie teased.“Did anyone ever tell you you’re a race traitor, Wonder Negress? Did Aphrodite build you that body because she knew it’d milk the most white cocks dry?” Nik asked.Slurp...slurp...gluck...gluck...cough...slurp…“Every day in my heart, and only reaffirmed the day I met you, Massa,” she replied between sucking off. ” he said politely “but your wife is the most sick depraved woman I have ever seen in my life. If my wife was even 1% as sick as her, I would have divorced her long back.” “Yeah, yeah, I know, I am the stupid cuckolded by his disgusting wife.” I said. He drove in silence for a while more and said, “I am sorry, Sir.” “Why are you sorry, man?” I asked. “She is the sick one. I am the cuckold. What’s there for you to be sorry about?” “Because….. I also fucked her, Sir. At the farmhouse.” he said.. She loved beautiful clothes, laying nude to get an even tan, and be on his arm when they went out nightly for dinner. She liked to be called Beth and knew that she was his trophy wife. Neither wanted children. Philip was too old to raise rug rats and Beth didn't want to ruin her gorgeous figure like her mother had giving birth to four boys and two girls.Philip spent a fortune on her. She really knew how to fuck and was only too happy to spread her legs for him. He could only to it twice a night. She went ahead and hugged Shweta for making me get out of the bed. She instantly asked for Shweta’s parents’ contact information so that she could get us married.Shweta asked her to calm down and told her that we are just friends and don’t want to get married at just 22 years of age. My mom’s face fell and her happiness just disappeared. Shweta told her that she was taking me out for a walk. Mom said Ok and we went out for a walk.As we came out, I asked Shweta why she did what she did. She said.